i live vicariously through the rave child.
i am not a corporation, although i used to believe that i was.
i am a real person, and i exist.
but someday i will just be a fragment of your imagination
can i just tell you something? may i be allowed to speak my mind?
i am voting for justice, pieces of mind
this is what prevails (to me anyway, anyhow)
class inattention, sleeping with eyes open
learning all the things that make you so wise
on the street, crossing just in time
(street smarts or something something)
levels of abstraction and foreign forests
dark bars, laced drinks
that i can mix myself
because i live vicariously
through the drug child on the street.